I see them
walking the streets with their eyes on the ground, following the shadow that
the sun casts from behind their backs. I see them walking to the destination
determined by something else than their hearts. I see them walking in the dark
because they are afraid of the light. I see them crashing a snail on the ground
when they run to catch the bus and riding through the town without seeing who
is on the bus with them or who is driving. I see them spending eight ours of
their day in an unhappy place, smiling the polite smile without the heart, the smile they
were taught at age six. I see them turning their eyes away when they see
something ugly, something poor or something disturbing. I see them walking away
without helping.
I see them being cold and calculative. I see them being strict about the unwritten rules. I see their eyes filled with emptiness and hollowness, I feel
the cold breeze when they walk past me. I see them avoiding their neighbors. I
see them confused when a stranger says hi to them. I see them being ready to
feed you to the sharks. I see them concerned about protecting what is ‘theirs’
and not giving a shit about what is ‘someone else’s’. I see them being caught
in the past and not letting go. I see them constantly reminding themselves
about the bad.
I see them trying to unhappy the happiness. I see them being oblivious.
I see them trying to unhappy the happiness. I see them being oblivious.
I see them trashing the nature, I see them spending millions in a
piece of road that is unnecessary.
I see them talking behind someone’s back and acting up in front of them.
I see them talking behind someone’s back and acting up in front of them.
I see them changing their opinion without ever
truly having one. I see them lying, cheating and avoiding the truth. I see them
going in to the doctors office for a headache and walking away with a pill that
has a headache as a side-effect. I see them going into houses instead of homes. I see them waiting for someone else to tell
them what to do or where to go next. I see them getting an education they don't want. I see them stabbing the back of the friend
they are hugging. I see them wearing the same shade of gray. I see them making
empty promises and being sad when a promise is broken to them.
I see them
blackmailing and playing games. I see them holding grudge. I see them trying to
blame someone else for their mistakes. I see them making a big deal out of nothing
and turning a big deal into nothing.
I see them shouting and not listening.
I
see them gossiping. I see them not being tolerant. I see them being alone. I see them not understanding the connection between mind, body and nature. I
see them getting back at each other and not forgiving. I see them faking. You
see them as being shy; I see them as thinking they’re just better off without
you. I see them having the negative set of mind. I see them thinking ‘it could
be worse so I better settle for this’. I see them being angry at the traffic
jam caused by themselves. I see them buying everything they want – clothes,
power, friends, love ones. I see them not knowing what love is.
I see them. I
see them and it scares me for I am them.
I see them in me. I am You. You are
me.
If I don’t change, will You?
Of course you can and SHOULD have bad days, i'm not applying you should always be happy. But to be sad or feeling blue is different than being empty inside.. I know there are people who have the sun in them, i know there are people who light up the room when they smile and have so much beauty to show. What i was writing about were the glassy eyed zombies roaming the streets, the ones who don't appreciate what they have (or know about even having) around them - in other people, nature, everything. Treating others like garbage, thinking that one is somehow bigger and better than others.. i doubt that we need that to be human. We all take a dump the same way. What gives you the right to destroy a life.. (not talking about you but about the whole spectrum of young, old, rich, poor, heads of the state or kings of the lands )
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